On Loneliness

Today The Kid went back to school for the fall. She took her cat with her: a young brown tabby, probably a little Bengal-y. Bouncy little thing, very attached to The Kid.

Of our two cats, one loathes The Kid’s cat. Some of this is earned: Young Cat loves to play and pounce, and our 9-1/2-year-old lady very much does not. Sometimes Young Cat attacks Old Lady, and there is much yowling and slapping. Sometimes Young Cat is just hanging out, and the Old Lady hisses and growls. Her house, her rule...